My Most Precious Human

I stared at Martha, trying to process everything. I knew well that I would never get the truth by asking Sariel about it. All I could do was pick up the pieces of the story, hoping to put them together. I could only guess that Sariel brought me to his bedroom since he found some sort of guilt within him after his sister's so-called prank on me. He had taken off my dress, but at least he hadn't left me naked. He hadn't bitten me and probably left the room after putting me on his bed. Still, that didn't explain his sudden bloodlust. Did it actually have something to do with me? I knew that people sought sensation where there wasn't any. Perhaps it was all a coincidence. Sariel's revenge was completed. All sorts of emotions must have been crumbling inside him, even though he seemed composed. Maybe drinking all of the blood was his way of rebounding? Nonetheless, as usual, the rumors about what had happened the night before were about to make my life even more complicated than it already was.

Martha stared at me suspiciously, examining my neck from both sides. I bet the rumors got her excited, and she wanted to know for sure if I was bitten or not.

I chuckled, "I wasn't marked. Please, stop staring."

"Then, please tell me what happened yesterday?" She was clearly bursting with curiosity.

"I had dinner with the Duke and his sister, and Dominique spiked my wine, because, as crazy as it sounds, she probably wanted Sariel to make a move on me," I explained, smiling awkwardly.

"Seriously?!" Martha sounded intrigued, "But Lady Calvet always despised humans, and she hated Laura the most. She called her relationship with the Duke a "contamination of vampire rase's purity", although she changed a lot after the whole tragedy…" She mused about it aloud.

"Humans change, vampires might too." I shrugged, reluctant to dwell on the subject.

"However," Martha gasped agitatedly, "the Duke carried you in his arms like his precious princess, lied you down in his own bed, but didn't dare to bite you while you were unconscious. Then he went to the stockroom and drank huge amounts of blood to ease his desire. How romantic!" she sang, rejoicing.

"You cannot be serious, right? Please don't make up such weird stories. I wouldn't want my situation here to get worse." I laughed hysterically.

"Oh, I wasn't the one who came up with this story. The main butler, Mr. Francois, did," she claimed.

"And someone else, except for you, bought his version of the story?" I asked nervously.

"Of course!" Martha claimed confidently, "Everyone did!"

I felt like my headache was getting worse. I sighed heavily while getting more and more irritated with those weird rumors and assumptions.

"Mr. Francois worked in the castle for nearly a century. He is a commoner, and he was turned by the late Duchess herself. He knew the Duke since he was little, so he must have known what he was talking about." She grinned, winking at me.

I gulped and instantly felt how my body became flooded with a sudden thrill. At that moment, I was more eager to understand why people chose to believe that rumor, but the funny thing was, I started to wonder about it as well. The possibility that Sariel had craved my blood so badly that he had drunk every blood bag he had found, was exciting enough to make me shiver. Certainly, my rationality struck fast…

the story. It is more probable that Sariel's bloodlust was caused by completing his vengeful plan on the Adragnas. It

She wasn't happy about it, but she agreed… reluctantly. She kept her pouting face even when she bought me something to eat along with painkillers for my headache. Then she left without saying another word as if stating her dissatisfaction. I only

my head and started dressing up in clothes that Martha had previously brought. Afterwards, I ate a

I

eyes, which resembled beautiful jewels, giving an irresistible glow, adorning his porcelain complexion. He carried a bulky briefcase made of brown leather. As soon as he

I take your blood?" he asked, grinning

first words quite peculiar, to say

I guess

into a reluctant smile, "Nice to meet you. I'm Lilith Leber,"

each piece of me. "I've been dying to meet you from

but Dr. Duarte's perverted stare was

Doctor Duarte… Can you give me some stronger painkillers? My head throbs like it was about to explode." I tried to point out what

my… Certainly!" He grinned, then ran towards

took out a vial with a drug and a syringe. Then he filled the syringe with a drug, and, before I knew it, he was standing by the bed. A split second later, he pierced my skin with a needle, injecting the drug into the vein in my arm. I gasped because his movements surprised me, but the injection itself didn't hurt at

you one of my inventions. It works wonders." He chuckled, pride and confidence written all over

side effects. I was also wondering if this amazing drug would work, but when I wanted to ask him more about his invention I realized that the pain stopped. For the first time from the moment I woke up, I could actually open my eyes wide without frowning from pain.

you," I muttered, surprised at

grinning. "The Duke would actually kill me if I

harmless, but then his expression changed. He became serious and carefully examined the revealed parts of my skin. Since I was wearing a knee-long flared dress with a shallow neckline and short sleeves, he concentrated on my legs, arms, and, of course, my neck. I

me," I stated awkwardly while instinctively covering my

smirked as if he had just

smirk before. Dominique had the same expression the night before when she and Sariel talked about

asked but didn't hope much for a

his breath. So much

me from finding out about something that concerns me?! I'm starting to think that I was impregnated by aliens or something!" I was getting

at Doctor Duarte and clicked my

the Duke did to me? Please, tell me anything you can because it is starting to